#lenare

[keepscrollinghun]

[reagan-the-saunders]

Sylvian Lenare, Nightblade

[stopthatbluecat]

Second Sight - Rejoined

How long do you plan on staying on New Halana? For the rest of my life... Maybe if I go back to Trill for a while… …if you do leave, I think we both know you're never coming back again.

[muse-write]

Here’s a little scene I wrote about my Jedi Knight and Imperial Agent characters in SWTOR. No knowledge of the game necessary as long as you basically understand Star Wars.

Kaadja sighed and let her lightsaber retract back into its hilt. She slumped against the largest stone nearby, no longer afraid or suspicious. Her shoulders ached. “Why do we keep meeting like this, Jan?”

He kept a hand on his gun, the nice one she had complimented once, but his grip was as lifeless as hers. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance of us working together now, is there?” His voice wasn’t as confident as usual. It broke, like glass shattering under too much pressure. Like a mirror vibrating in the force of an atomic blast.

She shook her head, too weary to answer.

He paced restlessly for a moment, like a hunter searching for prey and finding none weak enough to spend precious time running down, and then he stalked over to her to lean beside her against the rock. His shoulder brushed hers. She didn’t pull away, ashamed at the comfort his presence brought her even now. “You know,” he sighed, “I have orders to kill you.”

She nudged his shoulder. “And yet you keep saving my life. Great job fulfilling the whims of the Dark Side, Cipher.” The attempt at playfulness worked for a second; he gave her a weak smile. It faded a moment later. Silence hung around them; soon they would have to decide what to do, who was going to get off this planet, but for now Kaadja let herself breathe in the familiar scent of grass and sand and sun-warmed stone and let the Force strengthen her. A question gradually came to her, so obvious she wondered why she hadn’t bothered asking it before. “Why do you keep me alive?”

She felt him turn and look at her. “It’s not a complicated answer,” he said, just a little disbelievingly. “Why do you keep me alive?”

“Jedi aren’t supposed to kill.”

“But you could. You could do it easily, Jedi Knight Lenare. If you had to.” He sighed and turned back to the vista set out before them, the stars and galaxies swirling in the sky. “And so could I, for that matter, and perhaps with less guilt.”

She almost wanted to laugh; his guilt was there in the Force always, stuffed deep and compartmentalized neatly and covered up with justification and duty, but it was there all the same. “There are no words to describe how little I believe that. Okay, so…so you don’t kill me for guilt, and I don’t kill you for guilt. That can’t be it. Like you said,” she added, feeling weak and nauseous at the very thought of it, but the worst part was that it was true, “we could both do it if we needed to.”

She heard him choke on a laugh and he turned fully away from the sky to look her in the eye. His own were clear and piercing again. “You Jedi are meant to be so wise, but you’re really so oblivious to emotions, aren’t you? I don’t kill you because there’s something between us. Some understanding. I don’t know what it is, exactly, but it’s there. I’m not even Force-sensitive and I can tell that much.”

And it was embarrassing, wholly humiliating, but as soon as he said the words Kaadja knew what he was talking about. Despite Jan’s being imperial, despite his loyalty to an organization Kaadja could only ever see as corrupt, from the moment she had saved his life on Dromund Kaas, there had been an understanding between them. She had recognized something in him that spoke to her, something that had nothing to do with the Force and everything to do with how they would both do whatever it took to protect innocent people. That they were working on opposite sides to do so sometimes seemed to be far less important. Yes, Jan was a high-ranking intelligence officer and she was a Jedi Knight; yes, he had killed people, probably unjustly, and she had naively let a Sith go and lied to the entire Council because he had promised aid in her achieving greatness; yes, Jan was slippery and cunning and would do whatever he could to remove himself from the clutches of the Sith lords using him as pawns and the handlers gripping him tight, and she was desperate to achieve great and noble things without the Council telling her to go here and there cleaning up the messes they could not handle from their table in the Jedi Temple.

Yes, there was a shadow in her that touched the shadow in him, a desperation in her that reached out and recognized a similar desperation in him: the desire to be free.

All of these realizations shot through her in a split second, fast enough that it took her a minute to untangle and comprehend them individually. Jan kept silent beside her. “Alright,” she began, tentatively, “say that there is an…an understanding. Where do we go from here?”

He tilted his head. “Go? We go toward our destinies, the same as always. I have my life and you have yours, and maybe sometimes they can intersect and we can have these quiet moments together, but ultimately it doesn’t change a thing.” He leaned toward her. “We simply have one person we don’t aim at when we’re on opposite sides of a battlefield.”

She met his eyes; this close, she didn’t need the Force to pick up on the unease tightening the corners of his eyes. He was a pragmatist, but not so much of one that he wanted to be saying what he was saying. “I think you’re wrong,” she said simply. “I think this changes a lot of things. I like you, Jan, and I’d like to know you better, and don’t you dare try to say that you don’t think we get along a little too well for a Jedi and an imperial agent. And we can’t figure any of this out in these little moments caught between battles.”

He clenched his jaw. But, importantly, he didn’t refute anything she said. “What’s your solution?”

“I don’t know.” She had a few ideas, but knew he wouldn’t like them any more than she did. “Maybe for now it’ll just have to be this way. Looking for each other on a battlefield and aiming our weapons the opposite direction.” She perked up as another thought came to her. “My droid can set up a secure frequency for our comms. We can talk to each other whenever we’re in a range of proximity.”

His face was expressionless as he thought it over, but she saw a light enter his eyes. “I think,” he said slowly, “I would like that.”

[nah-thanks-m8]

do you have any headcanons or AUs for riyira?

I do actually (mostly regarding how they speak since I read the stories aloud)!

Royce speaks usually in a monotone, I'm using my standard American accent, a little bit rougher, and a little deeper than my voice. He usually colder when he speaks, and raises his voice only on occasion.

Hadrian is a Scottish boi, I don't make the rules. I got that idea from when we got to see the village where he grew up. He usually sounds like he's smiling, and his voice is pitched just a bit higher than Royce's to balance out Arista's angry, almost-yelling voice.

Gwen's voice is very smooth and rich; deep and comforting, with a hint of an accent (I went for a mix of Greek and Italian for where Calais is in-universe). I would have felt weird imitating the accents of any Middle Eastern or African nations.

Arista is throaty and assertive. She speaks in a forceful, upper-class American accent (think East Coast Old Money/Robber Baron), and her voice is lower and serves to balance out Hadrian's lighter tone.

Alric is a little shit (especially at the beginning of Theft of Swords). He has the same accent as Arista, but is infinitely whinier. His voice is a bit nasally, and higher pitched, but lowers over the course of the books.

Myron's voice is soft and sweet as he is but is a little sad. His voice is higher pitched, floaty instead of nasal. His voice contains a childlike wonder at the world around him, but imbued with quiet confidence.

Albert Winslow sounds like a Southern Gentleman Who Didn't Own Slaves but is Super Oblivious.

Mauvin, Fanen, and the rest of the Pickering troupe have the same style speech as Alric and Arista, but they sound decidedly more Scandinavian. Mauvin sounds reedy, Fanen sounds breathy, Denek sounds more childlike, and Lenare has a more musical voice.

Esrahaddon has a British accent, for which I just imitated Tom Hiddleston. He is either slightly amused or super scary, and Hiddleston works for both.

Bishop Saldur sounds like Emperor Palpatine. No I will not be elaborating.

Modina/Thrace has another voice that changes over time. She starts out small and soft, and slightly Irish sounding, as do the people of her village. In later books, she retains the Irish lilt but her voice deepens and becomes more commanding as she grows into her title of Empress.

Magnus is from Brooklyn, and, like his character, softens over time. He begins angry, nasal, and sharp, and becomes a lot more measured as the story goes on.

All of the other characters are usually Mississippi Southern, Minnesota Midwestern, East End London, New York, Irish, Scottish or the Italian/Greek mixture depending on where we are and where they're from.

Most of the Elven characters have Eastern European accents.

Let me know if there's anything else you want to know or if I missed anyone, I love answering questions!

[renaultmograine]

I know I'm a freak abt this but I am never ever going to get over characters that show up for five seconds, are the coolest thing I've ever witnessed, and then never show up again. I am in love. You are going to be affecting my writing in the future. Thank you.

[witchofthescions]

Autumn outfits C1 and/or A2?

Autumn Outfits

Oh these outfits are real cozy! We both love 'em.

[sageofthescions]

blue: preferred type of weather?

Color Asks

((He tends to like warm, sunny weather. Partly because he grew up where it was cold and miserable and so it's something of a novelty, and partly because it's warm and he can go sleep in a sunbeam without freezing to death lmao))

[sonknuxadow]

did. did ken penders really blame sonic fandom toxicity on autism. did i read that right

[smbhax]

Battle of Kingdom (GB)

Developed by Lenar, published by Meldac (I am not making these names up), 1991. Found this in a shop in Kyoto while in Japan with my parents back when I was a high-schooler (long ago!). Thought it looked neat. ^) ^ Does seem to require learning precise timing of various creatures’ attacks to get far, which I did not do.

[volucerrubidus]

❝ it's okay, I don't mind buying something. ❞ — Lenar (Bc honestly the idea of Lenar being friends with Tim gives me life and they would no doubt pull each other into shenanigans given half the chance. XD)

Fluff Prompts II Accepting

Tim snorted. "Dude, I'm literally the sorta-son of a billionaire. Lemme treat you once and while."

[keepscrollinghun]

[reagan-the-saunders]

💙✨Mwah ✨💙

[murasakiibb]

So a friend from one server challenged us to do a progress check, posting the first reference/fullbody image we have of a character next to the most recent one we have of them. So here’s a side by side of the very first image I ever made of my character Lenar back in 2006 versus the reference pic I made of (my FFXIV version of) him a couple months back.

[bookkeeperofthescions]

🌱 what’s something you’d like to learn more about?

Cutesy Emoji Asks

Hm... Well, I'm already working on it, but I do like learning about sewing and embroidery! :)

[nah-thanks-m8]

also sorry for the sudden influx of asks, you're the.... third riyira fan I've ever interacted with, I get a little excited. it feels like spotting a rare and solitary species of leopard in the wild, or some such thing.

All good! The Riyria fandom is suuuper small for absolutely no good reason! These books changed how I viewed fantasy, and the world as we know it, since there are many parallels:

The Nyphron Church/Novron--Christianity/Jesus

The Monks of Maribor--Judaism-ish (only VERY tangential relation, they're practically nothing alike except that they are the "older poorer [and more persecuted] brother" of the Christian parallel)

The Empire--Rome

Glenmorgan-- Charlamagne

Avryn-- Holy Roman Empire

etc. etc. There are so many things that this series made me think about in regards to the world we live in, and I will literally die on the hill of this series being the most tragically underrated of any I've ever read.